...mothers and daughters....

I'm someone's daughter....

now, I know that sounds quite painfully obvious, but let me explain...

for the longest time, I didn't think of myself in that way.

I thought myself abandoned, left to the side so my mom could stay in her house instead of have to work for a living...

or explain why my father was still there after what he did...

It wasn't until I had to make a choice, though not nearly has harmful, about how I would live my life...

as the contract with my county job ends, I find myself wondering about where the cable bill is coming from...

Trout, bless him, his voice eternal still roaring with the intensity of wishful thinking, called me after Tea gave him the news:

Trout: "why didn't you call me?, Why didn't you let me know?"

Sique: "because I knew that if I told you, you would ask to move back in, claiming to 'help' me by lifting the burdon of work while I finish school, but you'll constantly beg me to dump Jinge and have sex with you. right?"

Trout: "UHHHHH...but you DO need help." (Ladies and Gents please put your hands together for ManLogic....ManLogic, everybody!)

Sique: "No thanks"

but then....the allure of sleeping in, having time to do my homework, stay up late, cut up with the girls, work out....

...rent paid, bills paid no worries....

I can see where mom had the problem...security at high cost vs. the right thing and have to worry.

but I know better.

I know that cost.

and it's too much

and I can't hide behind "the well being of the girls".

I have to stand ahead and make sure of it.

someone didn't learn that lesson until it was too late

but a lesson someone's daughter learned....

looking for a new job,
sique